She was in a thin red saree. The saree was seriously see through that her blouse and everything under her saree was clearly visible. This was probably...the first time I had seen her wear such a saree of thin material. Also the blouse was quite low cut in the front as well as in the back. Hmm, this was surely different. We then reached Shanti’s house and rang the doorbell. There was no response. We rang it again. Then we could hear hurried footsteps from inside the house. Someone peeped through. Just about 200 miles north of me is Duluth; they sometimes call it the air-conditioned city. The city in nestled at the tip of Lake Superior and almost always is twenty degrees cooler than the rest of the state with cool breezes off the vast expanse of cold water of the big lake. Jennifer, my roommate from college, called me from her home in Duluth and invited me to spend the weekend with her and her husband. I jumped at the chance to get out of steamy Minneapolis and enjoy the lake breeze for. I wanted to pump my cock like the hung guy on the box."was my old flatmates stuff , never know what you find in there"he said. "funny you should say that" i said as i handed him the garbage bag releived to kinow it wasnt his pump and that i could dispose of it later( after i had pumped up my cock of course). "oops"he said with a laugh and a cheeky grin. "cant blame that one on the flatmate.its actually mine "he admitted. "hid it in there from my ex,' she would have killed me". ÿou ever used. Mom and Dad were frequent guests on the weekends. The wife’s mom was over just as much as mine were. It was nice to be surrounded by family.I got into my truck and sorrowfully drive off. I would never see the master bathroom that had taken me 4 months to finish because of the wife breaking her fibula and tibia and not being able to walk without help for 8 weeks. That had been a great, but bad time for us. I relished every moment that I spent taking care of her. She however told me that I really.